|
Jus anotha day, chiffin hay, in north dallas |
|
C-pone jus called me up, now i'm about to hit tha shower |
|
Took me bout an hour, and now i'm creased down in my polo |
|
I'm makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo |
|
Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you bitches in tha mist |
|
And if you niggaz dont trip on me, then i wont bust yo shit |
|
Plus my click be tha ruffest, not sayin we tha toughest |
|
But stoneycrook niggaz, been known to come out wit tha ruckus |
|
Fuck you who say fuck us, and all ya'll niggaz who be hatin' |
|
Cappin, cause you can't fade me, runnin up on me daily |
|
But baby, its mo' complicated, than you can see |
|
Words lose all meanin', when niggaz see niggaz gleamin' |
|
So dont you even think that you can get outta this |
|
So bitch, to get me to this point, you must really got me pissed |
|
I'm twist and dismember, choppin down nigga timber |
|
Kodac moment remember, this crooked nigga a rippla |
|
Chorus [x2] |
|
Whatchallwannado? if you trip, then we bomb first |
|
Pull out tha guns first, chiff until i lungs hurt |
|
I know bombin', but tha rippla finna bomb worse |
|
Look at us come first, best believe be bomb worse |
|
[mr. lucci] |
|
Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha southside, its me, a killa |
|
Fuck billy tha kid nigga, it's lucci tha wig splitta |
|
Like tyson a hard hitta, toe tag deala |
|
A brain spilla, body chilla, mind thrilla, fuck it, killa |
|
On tha grind for my scrilla, rhymin' hard, workin strong |
|
Chiffin smoke up in my long, still my whole bag gon |
|
I live long, for doin wrong, cause wit my crooks, man its on |
|
Leave a nigga dome blown, or up shit creek, all alone |
|
For bumpin his grill, he must thought he was go cheat one, 4 real |
|
Now he killed, 6 feet he feel, surrounded by mob skillz |
|
Crooked is as crooked does, like crooked thugs |
|
And crooked hugs and crooked slugs and crooked luv |
|
It aint neva enuff, until i whip it out my holsta |
|
Cocked back ready to roast ya, on every wanted poster |
|
Stayin' high like a vulture, inflictin' pain from smoke |
|
Those crooked soljaz smokin, let tha coroner dispose ya |
|
Chorus [x2] |
|
[c-pone] |
|
I been quick to cause a tragedy, fuckin wit my faculty |
|
Bullets sprayed rapidly, now they died from my fatality |
|
Fuck those who try to battle me, this rap shit is a mastery |
|
Bomb viciously, leavin tha whole scene full of catastrophes |
|
Hollow my calvary, when i feel danger in tha mist |
|
Now i'm pissed, wit a clutched fist |
|
Around they ashton and my 45th |
|
No mo lift, in these shady niggaz in fleets |
|
We be deadlier than a weed blunt dipped in phaldahyde and morphine |
|
Sparklin' clean up through tha industry |
|
Lyrics at yo weak feet, they notice me |
|
Due to my unique style of texas poetry |
|
Blowin these, wack mc's, who refuse to give our props |
|
Platinum hitz from tha stoneycrook click, til we all sittin on top |
|
When tha rippla drop, best believe we comin wit bombs |
|
Turnin' yo average house party, into a modern day vietnam |
|
Run up if you want some, we clash like titans |
|
Aint no collaboration deadlier than stoneycrook and i come |
|
Chorus [x2] |
